2010年10月8日星期五
If stars dropped oat of heaven,
and if flowers took their place.
the sky would still look
very fair
and fair
earth's face.
Winged angles might
fly down we to us to pluck
the stars
but we
could only long
for flowers beyond the
cloudy bars
Suand
the flute!
Now it's mute.
Birds
delight day and night;
Nightingale
in the sky
dale,
lark in sky, merrily, merrily,
to
welcome
in the
Vear.
Blogged
@ 15:31
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